Macassar (1980)
by Rochas

QUITE DIFFERENT FROM OTHER FRAGRANCES, IT HAS A VERY (SWEET?)NOTE SURPRISING , JUST DELICIOUS!
I CONSIDERING IT A MASTERPIECE, VERY PERSONAL SCENT

This review is under revision.

If you are looking for a woody, masculine scent with a touch of leather, this is your baby! This is perfect in cool to cold weather, or for a cozy evening by the fire with a special person. Of course, it exudes warmth, elegance, and sophistication in public. Just be careful, if you wear it too well, it might make your S. O. a little jealous!

yes indeed-another great, outsatnding perfume!A masculine,intense and virile scent-individual and special.This scent belongs to the time when really good perfumes still were in production:patou pour homme, ivoire of balmain.And Macassar-what a name-woody,spicy, warm and aromatic-all ingredients in the right mixture-Rochas has launched top perfumes as Femme,Mystere Tocade (for women) and moustache-all these perfumes including macassar will survive and have been made for eternity.Macassar is a wonderful perume for a mature and handsome man.Awsome and gorgeous scent!

It appears that Rochas has indeed re-introduced Macassar - it's on their website.

My friend Marcel reports how one day he accidentally wandered into one of the seediest taverns in the whole of Paris. Peopled by some of the most desperate characters in the city, inevitably filled with the pungent smell of One Man Show, the odd whiff of Yatagan and the blunt reek of Marbert Man, Marcel's fastidious nose detected a stll more acrid odour that simultaneously fascinated and appalled. It seemed to emanate from a huge ruffian in the corner, a certain Gaston "Bad Boy" Gabouche, one of the most feared gangsters in the whole of France. Rather timorously, Marcel approached him and inqired concerning his fragrance. 'Ha, my little potato,' snarled back Gabouche, 'I chew the head off the snake, I bite the metal bullet, my testicles shine like tarnished gold! In my guts there throbs the heartless hum of the city, in my mouth there swirls the cruel bile of ambition! My head is mad with a bitter and masculine juice, for I must never be defeated! What else should I wear but Rochas' own special poison? Pure wild stench of Macassar!'